The towers overhead
I rest under upon my concrete bed
It’s all to the good if we stick to our script
Stick to our plan
Neither a follower nor a leader, just our own man
People with their views, their paths, their own sin
Just part of the spider web
I don’t get entangled within
There is death that walks these tiers
Those still trying to overcome old fears
Inside time passes,
Programmed without skipping a beat
Whether a spring’s clear sky, fall’s scent,
A winter’s chill or an Indian summer’s heat
Blood still spills and these doors
Still lock behind us in our cells
Everyone is living their individual hells
But through it all lessons are learned
You realize and see life for what it truly is
And that respect is earned
To speak with meaning is to mean what you say
Regardless of the next man’s choice
Do it the right way
Warriors who would not stand just to fall
But we will leave here spiritual warriors
Knowing that patience and virtue is worth it all!
Tribulations will still come
Even with all this revelation
A piece still scrapes the floor
Those who have committed atrocious crimes
Or turned sour and just couldn’t live solid
Their worries will be no more
For some like wolves await them to feast
To feed their passion,
Their carnality to claim the beast
That’s just the chaos we live as the steam ascends
From our hot water pots
Sipping on our coffee,
The bright sun accompanied with the mini 14’s shots
And yet again the hate is let loose
Some don’t make it in these dungeons,
They drown themselves in addiction
Or simply make a noose
The weak buckle,
The strong survive
And though it’s dim at first
We must still walk out alive
Through our loved ones,
Care, support, and contact
One never forgets the simple fact
That amidst seeing all this distortion
There is still much to live for
Our families, our little ones,
The woman who’ve stood by us
We will make it out of the man’s key grip
No longer walk under the muzzled of a gun
Instead of being on a mission of warfare,
On a mission of life
Perhaps with our daughter or son
We just need to sharpen our minds
And lay down our direction
Open our eyes
For when finally we leave this wasteland
That part of us that grew dark
And merciless over time,
Let’s hope that part of us remains behind
Let’s pray that part of us dies.
By Nicholas Novelo - California
